It was her. Of course it was. She had a way of showing up, didn't she? If the day had been any different, he might have joked that she was following him—or something. Maybe he wouldn't have. He definitely wasn't going to now. He did spare her a glance, his eyes red from both the exhaustion and the tears he'd shed in the privacy of the British team meeting room after everyone else had left for the day (and a few times after that, but he wouldn't admit it, much less to her).
"Never claimed it would," he grumbled, bringing the glass to his lips to take another sip. How many glasses would it take for him to forget? Three? Five? Or was this a memory that he'd have to drink himself to death to get rid of? "I take it you heard?" She'd told him last time that she wouldn't be attending, that she had work to do.
"Never claimed it would," he grumbled, bringing the glass to his lips to take another sip. How many glasses would it take for him to forget? Three? Five? Or was this a memory that he'd have to drink himself to death to get rid of? "I take it you heard?" She'd told him last time that she wouldn't be attending, that she had work to do.
— way too attractive set by mj <3 —